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sounded a lot more enthusiastic than David would have liked. But what could he do?
    “I guess we’ll be coming.”
    “Excellent. I’m looking forward to meeting you.”
    “Yeah, me too.”
    David disconnected the phone and turned a cold stare at Chris. “Don’t even start,” he said.
    Chris gave him his patented “who, me?” look. Then his smile faded. “So who were you talking to?”
    “Joel—”
    “No, before that. When you gave your name.”

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    “Imani,” David said.
    “Imani?”
    “My sister.”

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    Saturday, 6:20pm, Cove Avenue, Silverlake, Los Angeles David left to go back to the Northeast Station after saying he’d be back around nine. Chris didn’t waste any time, he went online with Delta and upgraded their tickets to BusinessElite. Now at least they’d be comfortable for the long twelve hour flight. He didn’t want to be crammed into economy, no matter how much they might save. David, with his long legs, would appreciate it, even if he bellyached about the price.
    He hoped he’d convinced David he was well enough for this trip. He never let on that he still got tired easily and sometimes in the afternoon, when he knew David wouldn’t be home unexpectedly, he would lie down for an hour or two, always careful to remove all signs of his siesta before David did come home.
    This really would be a vacation; a good place to rest and get all his strength back. For the first time in years the two of them would have no work demands pulling them away. How could that not be restful?
    Back in his office, he logged online and took care of the business he had abandoned earlier. After he checked his email and attended to the important stuff, he picked up his BlackBerry and speed dialed Becky. She answered on the third ring.
    “Hey boss, how do you feel? Better, I hope.”
    “I feel fine. Really, you’re as bad as David. What do you two think? That I’m some invalid on the verge of imminent collapse?”
    “Of course not, but David told me how sick you were. He made me promise not to pester you about work for at least a week.”
    “Oh did he?” Chris felt both irritated and warm at the news.
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    shook the feelings off along with the strange lassitude that he’d been feeling ever since his bout with that nasty virus left him on his back for nearly two weeks. He couldn’t afford to be sick anymore. No matter what David might want, he had a business to attend to. And now he had this.
    “What’s your week look like, say…” He pulled out his BlackBerry and checked his calendar entries for around two weeks from today. “Let’s say starting the twentieth.” That would give him time to play catch up before he left again and put Becky in charge.
    “So what’s up?” she asked.
    “David and I are going to Bermuda. Call it a rest-cure-vacation.” It was better than calling it what it was; finding out the truth about David’s past. That was David’s call to explain if he wanted to in the future.
    “Bermuda?” she asked. “I am so jealous.”
    “I’ll send you a postcard.”
    “Gee, no T-shirt?”
    “Okay, I’ll splurge. A postcard and a T-shirt.” While he talked he opened Google and looked up Joel Cameron, not expecting much. He wasn’t surprised to see hits. He was disheartened when he saw there were over four million. Even narrowing it with the addition of Bermuda, there were still too many hits to sift through.
    “Lucky me,” Becky said, breaking his concentration. Chris frowned at his laptop screen.
    “You won’t have a problem taking over my clients, right?”
    “Just send me what you need. I could use the excitement.”
    “Well, try not to make it too exciting,” Chris said. “My clients are delicate souls.”
    “Not likely, if they hire you.”
    He disconnected and went back to reading. It was no good.
    He could spend all day scrolling through all the names and never BeRMudA